In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. “My God!” he said again. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. I felt as though I had bandaged eyes.
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